Smokin ya manz itz hittin 4th street to front we blickin We want the beef not the chicken We caught ya man he bitchin We see a opp we gon bake em Spin 2 times then lay em Im from the O it get tragic Me and da gang we shoot baskets Makin this money im trappin Call up rah yk he gon blast em 50 in da clip spin threw ya block and yk we gon blast em U ah bitch u never slid that day we kno u cappin TG4 saw ya man we put em in a casket Told me i aint gon be shit Look at me im up here laughin the streets not made for u boy we kno cappin U told me u was from west nun of yall niggas popped out Yall stay in the crib all day thats why yall got no guns now Niggas kno where im from i rep my block out I can fight and i got aim which one u want rn Call up tizz you alr kno he gon bring dem glocks out I dont rap i be out here knockin niggas jaws out Smokin ya manz itz hittin 4th street to front we blickin We want the beef not the chicken We caught ya man he bitchin We see a opp we gon bake em Spin 2 times then lay em Im from the O it get tragic Me and da gang we shoot baskets